I see your reflection

in my cellophane moon


a faraway moon that

sits lightly on the

evening’s staircase


while this wizened silence

stalks the land like gothic winds


even the sea falls and makes no sound


a carousel calls my name

from painted deer and nickelodeons

and melts into the slated night


the tambourine chimes


I cannot sleep

I cannot dream


I can only say your name

into the ringing gilded quiet















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